Trinity catches another breeze and is blown onto the porch where he is able to knock his bottle over and starts slurping on some medicine. After a while Trinity has regained his normal size and he stands.
Angrily, he shouts: "Now jus' wait one gosh-dern, cotton pickin' minute! Ah din' never poke Sleeeum in tha ah! Ah wouldn' never do such a thang... leastways not on purpose. AN' FUHTHUHMAW! Ah di'n't make no saddlebaigs outta arn. Twern't me Ah tail ya. Ah'll fergive ya, Sleeeum, fer trahin' ta braind me, but please don' do it agin."
Trinity throws his jug on his shoulder and takes one more swallow in an exclamatory fashion.